I have always known that the color of a persons skin has never mattered to me. I don’t even notice. I only see a person. I am finding out however, I am prejudice against idiocy, cruelty, bullying, selfishness and mean/hater people. While those are much more justifiable (in my opinion) I do not want to be prejudice. I don’t care if you believe in God or Jesus, but I want to be like that. I want to only see people and the beauty in their humanity. Jesus didn’t only feed the believers. He didn’t only speak to or heal a select group among the masses. He certainly didn’t die for only the uncruel nice people. God was the first one to ever advocate for freedom of choice…He gave us all a free will and still chooses to love us no matter what we choose. He loves. I want my first reaction to be love. Right now it is not.
I want to look at someone and know that they have a story. I don’t know what has happened to them in their life to shape who they are or what they believe about themselves and/or everybody else. I don’t know why they made the decision they just made. I know many people have judged me for things I have said or done. What I have been through isn’t an excuse but in times of my life it has shaped how I react. I can not say that I could make the perfect and right choice in every situation. I do not know what someone else has lived through. I can not begin to see through their eyes. I can not begin to be in a place to judge or condemn them. I want my first reaction to be love.
I want to look at someone and know that they have a story. I don’t know what has happened to them in their life to shape who they are or what they believe about themselves and/or everybody else. I don’t know why they made the decision they just made. I know many people have judged me for things I have said or done. What I have been through isn’t an excuse but in times of my life it has shaped how I react. I can not say that I could make the perfect and right choice in every situation. I do not know what someone else has lived through. I can not begin to see through their eyes. I can not begin to be in a place to judge or condemn them. I want my first reaction to be love.